Soaring
Soaring high
Soaring where my wings can fly
Release me now
Release my strife
Release me to eternal life
Category poetry
Impossible
I’m out of words
I’m out of verse
Out of spice
And all things nice
I look around
And feel within
I wait and trust
For your love to win
Born in Africa
Dark-skinned lady
Born in Africa far away
Leaned over and kissed my cheek
A soft butterfly kiss
Touching my face so gently
But touching my heart even more
Enveloped
Wrapped tightly in
Envelopes of green
A new flower forms
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”
Frustration
Frustrated
At all that could be
Would be
Should be
But is not
And won’t be
You are not a puppet
I don’t hold your strings
Promise
seven white buttons –
virgin promises, kiss the
skin of fair young bride
Pretence
Is my smile too wide
Is my laugh too loud
Am I too happy?
If I smile and wave
And I call your name
Will I reveal myself?
If I smile and blush
And speak out loud
Will my feelings show?
Should I just be still
Or if I look your way
Will it be a stare?
Am I too happy?
Smile!
Flowers for a smile
Flowers for a while
Hold on tight
Enjoy their light
Inhale their scent
Smile and be content
Feel happy for the day
And life might go your way
Hiding
I saw you and wanted to say hello
But instead I looked the other way
I longed for you to greet me by name
But all we did was pass each other by
Intensity
Heat like a burning iron
Seared through my heart
Scorching the soft flesh –
The intensity of which
Left me begging for mercy
My unwiped tears left to
Dry themselves away
It has been suggested that I am “too intense”
I have no idea how to be less intense
And whether I should even try
But I guess being less intense could be more fun
How does one go about being less intense?
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